Do I have The Shining or is it pure horror coincidence that I visited the most hyped exhibition in London the same day I saw the Jack Nicholson thriller for the first time. The first step towards the Anish Kapoor show at the Royal Academy and you can see your bright eyed reflection ten times over in the mirrored bubbles stacked sky high.

Once inside the crowd is a mix of grey haired bow ties and Missoni knitwear casting aspersions and looking up and pointing to the grand pigment and reflective pieces, turning down their hearing aides in the shooting wax cannon room. Extreme white walls were splattered with what reminded me of congealed blood in a horror movie, more closely derivative of The Shinning when the slow emerging thick block of stained jam toast is squeezed through the doorway. This obscene scale of art is exactly why I miss London.

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